Sandstorm King of Elves

The Trainer Level Assessment Center in the Magic City is located on the bank of the Huangpu River, and you can see the landmark battle tower at the door.

Compared with the assessment centers in other provincial areas, the assessment center in Magic City is obviously more grand and spectacular, but who makes Magic City rich and wealthy!

In order to attract talents, what does it mean to the Magic City to spend some money?

Today is the day of assessment, so Yunhua got up very early to start preparing and arrived at the examination center half an hour early.

At this time, hundreds of candidates were already waiting in the assessment center. They either gathered in small groups to chat, or took review materials to review at the end.

Just like last time, this time Yunhua also wore a peaked cap with the brim very low.

After all, he is still a little too young and can easily attract onlookers.

"Low-key! You have to learn to be low-key!"

Yun Hua pressed the brim of his hat and found a corner to squat.

Compared with Yunhua, the grade span of other candidates is a bit wider, ranging from college students in their twenties to bearded uncles in their forties and fifties.

However, there is nothing that can be done about it. Professional-level trainers are still very valuable and are commonly known as "social elites." Therefore, professional-level trainers are often also called elite-level trainers.

As long as you are successfully promoted, it doesn't matter if you are a little older. At least you will have a stable job and the salary will not be low.

For example, squad leader Liu Chen’s father is a grassroots forest ranger, well-middle-class.

At this moment, a young man of the same grade as Yun Hua walked into the waiting point, strutting like a king patrolling his territory, with a rebellious look on his face.

"Who is this kid? He is so arrogant! He looks like his father is dead. Why should he be dealt with?"

Some of the candidates expressed their dissatisfaction, but were quickly stopped.

"Shh, keep your voice down! He is Zhang Wenping, the famous trainer of the Demon King. He has been gaining momentum recently."

"Zhang Wenping? Is that Zhang Wenping, who is a professor of electronic technology at the University of Magic? A sophomore student at the University of Magic? I heard that he has the evolved form of a Porygon, called Porygon 2? This matter has been on the news.

A new form of elf!"

"Yes, it's him! So, who can give me a good father? He has the capital to be arrogant."

"The key is strength. The strength of this brand-new elf is said to be very terrifying. Zhang Wenping has recently challenged the senior students of Shanghai University of Magic one after another, but he won every battle. If you are fine, just say less. If you really make him unhappy, you will suffer.

It must be you."

Hearing this, the originally dissatisfied candidate did not dare to say anything anymore.

"It's only been less than a year, and Porygon 2 is already out?"

Yunhua was slightly surprised.

The development of this world is much faster than he imagined.

Before he went to the Taklimakan Desert, he had not heard about the Porygon.

But now, Porygon has completed the first stage of evolution.

With a thought in mind, Yunhua quickly checked the information, but Porygon Z didn't seem to appear yet.

"Fortunately there is no Porygon Z yet, otherwise it would be difficult!"

Yunhua secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Keep it low-key, that's just Yunhua's phased strategy before the exam starts.

What Yunhua has to do after the exam starts is to be arrogant.

After all, he came to the Magic City to take the assessment just to become famous, and what he wanted to do was to be the most handsome boy in this assessment.

It would be very bad if this Zhang Wenping stole the limelight.

After all, Porygon Z's special attack ability, coupled with its characteristics, makes it a proper super turret without being too abnormal.

"I hope you won't run into Zhang Wenping in the second exam. As far as I know, this guy is ruthless and likes to win with a big score in a battle. If he is ruthless, it will be a question of whether he can pass the exam!"

Some candidates prayed quietly, which caught Yunhua's attention.

Like the advanced level assessment, the professional level assessment is mainly divided into three sessions.

The first round is a written test, which tests the trainer's theoretical knowledge reserves.

The second game is a 6V6 battle between all players, which tests the trainer’s ability to compete.

The third game is secret survival, which tests the trainer's ability to survive in the wild.

In the second exam, judges will rate the candidates' elves. If there are not three elves that clearly reach the professional level, they will most likely be eliminated.

As for the battle, you definitely have to perform well.

If you get fucked to death as soon as you come on stage, how can you do anything?

Soon, the exam time came.

Under the guidance of the staff, the candidates entered the computer room according to their admission ticket number and began the written test.

The professional-level assessment mainly tests the strength of the elves, so the difficulty of the written test is not much higher than that of the advanced level.

Except for some older candidates, most young students completed the questions quickly.

Not long after, the results of the written test came out. Yunhua passed easily with a score of 79, without any surprises.

Among the more than 200 candidates, only about 20 were eliminated, and most of them were in older grades.

And the bearded uncle is one of them.

"Oh my God, my dear earth, why is there a written examination?"

Yunhua even saw faint tears in the eyes of the bearded uncle.

Obviously, this uncle has been studying hard for a long time.

It's a pity that I don't care about the losers at all.

What the candidates are thinking about now is to pass the second round of assessment as soon as possible.

At this moment, the groups for the second round of exams lit up on the screen.

Two hundred and forty candidates were divided into fifteen battle venues, with sixteen people in each group.

Behind each candidate, there is a venue number marked.

"Candidates who have passed, please follow the signage and enter their respective battle venues from the passage. The judges are already waiting."

The staff at the examination room urged me on the radio.

Because the morning schedule is generally quite tight, you have to seize the time.

Following the flow of people, Yunhua arrived at Examination Room No. 9.

Coincidentally, Zhang Wenping was also there.

Then there was a strange scene on the field. A dozen other people stood in a group, while Zhang Wenping stood alone, like an unsociable chicken.

Yunhua lowered the brim of his hat and stood in the crowd.

Beside the battle field, seven judges of different ages were sitting on chairs, looking through the candidates' files, which contained detailed information about the candidates.

"Huh? There are actually such young candidates participating this time? It's rare! It's rare! Hiss~ There are even such elves?"

There was a sudden exclamation from the judges' table.

Hearing this, the candidates immediately focused their attention on Zhang Wenping.

The first item is age, and the second item is rare elf. Who else besides Zhang Wenping?

Even Zhang Wenping himself took it for granted that the judges were talking about him.

He involuntarily puffed up his chest, and the look of defiance on his face became even brighter.

In the next battle, he must win by a huge margin, stun all the judges, and then win the first place in this competition.

In this way, he can sign with a good club, especially the top clubs in the Magic City.

Although the capital city is better, as a native of Shanghai, Zhang Wenping has a hometown complex.

Of course, his father is a top professor in the Magic City and has extensive connections, which is also a very important point.

After burying his head and reading the information in front of him, the white-haired judge finally raised his head, glanced at the many candidates, and then looked at the very unique Zhang Wenping.

"Are you Yunhua?"

The middle-aged judge spoke.

But Zhang Wenping was confused.

Yunhua?

Who is Yunhua?